Song For A Dead Girl

And sat on beaches when children playThe mountain sky as long as dayAnd spied on people's timid dreamsAnd countless sands and endless greenAnd crystal bead-words in her eyesHow all the dead words made you highIn perfumed plains, a seabird fliesYou and I... we'll make great friendsIn distant messages I've readIn traveling bands and strangers' bedsA butterfly flies so amusedLike from her hair in crimson huesAnd crystal bead-words in her eyesHow the dead words made you highIn perfumed plains, the seabird fliesYou and I, you and I... we'll make great friendsWe'll make great friendsAnd psychedelic, electric rainIt gently falls through her brainYoung flower nightfall closed her handsHer tripper ship, it touched the sandAnd crystal bead-words in her eyesHow the dead words made you highIn perfumed plains, the seabird fliesYou and I, you and I...But in the forestAnd twisted in colorsTossed in the mirrorsIn leaping laughterI need a miracleI need a miracleI need a miracle...